Orlando Sanford International Airport
Not just the eyes, but lashes too: the young
One there behind the check-in desk has hearts-
Stopping eyes and lashes, black, highly strung
Sublimity of beauty to launch hard parts
Of anyone who yearns for grace, launched to
Heights higher than jet planes ever bounded
To conquer. Then there is that twiced tattoo
Of elegance in kohl that’s confounded
All those who’ve seen them, the black, graceful brows.
They caused me hurt especially because
They forced me to recall my solemn vows
To love earlier eyebrows without pause,
Forever. Those were yours of course, dear one,
Dark comets curved above a midnight sun.